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Please join us on our adventure raising our family.
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I tried to get down to the property to see for myself, but they were only letting homeowners through on the road. Since we do not own the house yet, I was not allowed through.
Our friend Arlene took her Mom, Shirley, and her Mom's friend, Marion, to show them the house on Friday and they took these pictures. The stand of trees behind Shirley and Marion marks the beginning of our property. As you can see, the water still has a ways to go.
Fingers crossed.
We have now found out differently.
Nian Hua told Bruce that she began to foster Amy the afternoon of March 27th, 2006, the day she was found. Amy was wearing brightly coloured clothes, was very tiny and cried all night. She had Amy until the morning of October 8th, 2008, when the director came to get her to bring her to us. Amy came into our lives at 11 am that day.Amy was named after her. Amy's name was Fu Ni Gan. The last name Fu for the orphanage Fuzhou and Ni Gan so that they would know she was being fostered by Gan Nian Hua.
Amy was wearing a red string necklace when we got her. Nian Hua placed it on her neck to wish her health and happiness forever.
Amy called her Popo. It means Grandma.
Nian Hua has seven children, but lives alone since her husband died sixteen years ago. She fostered ten children, one at a time, with Amy being the last. Since the fall of 2007, she has become blind and can no longer foster.
We were so shocked, excited and saddened, all at once. To find this wonderful woman who took such good care of our beautiful girl is a miracle. To know Amy was much loved and well cared for is comforting. To think this woman, who loves Amy very much, will never be able to see her again is heart-breaking. To have information about our daughter's first eighteen months (minus one week) is invaluable to us.
We are so fortunate.
Here is Nian Hua in her living room in her house holding the picture she gave us plus one other we have never seen of a young Amy. Imagine having pictures of your child as a baby when you thought none existed! I can hardly wait to see it.
The bedroom where, as with most Chinese children, Amy slept with her Popo.
The front door to her house.
Her neighbourhood. Her house is down the road, in the middle of the picture.
The gate to her village.
You'll notice that Amy is, like any fashion conscious female, wearing a tutu while baking. This seems to be quite the trend in our house as of late. Too bad I didn't get pictures of the outfit she was wearing when we took Sean to the airport. All I can say is that we got many double takes and lots of smiles. Either she is wearing a pink, sparkly, "fabulous" outfit . . . or nothing.

Of course, this day could not go by without us thinking about Amy's Birthparents. My heart aches for the woman on the other side of the world who is no doubt thinking about her beautiful baby today and hoping she is okay. I've been trying very hard to send telepathic messages to her today to let her know that we have Amy, she is loved very much and we are so grateful to have her in our lives.
Happy Birthday My Little Girl.